{"id":492,"date":"2010-02-23T00:12:02","date_gmt":"2010-02-23T04:12:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/02\/23\/fred-marchant-pinckney-street\/"},"modified":"2010-02-27T20:32:23","modified_gmt":"2010-02-28T00:32:23","slug":"fred-marchant-pinckney-street","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2010\/02\/23\/fred-marchant-pinckney-street\/","title":{"rendered":"Fred Marchant, &#8220;Pinckney Street&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" id=\"image493\" src=\"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/fred-marchant.jpg\" alt=\"fred-marchant.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>A view from the crest of Boston to the river&#8212;<br \/>\na walk and my friend stopping to say that<br \/>\nfor three weeks each year<br \/>\nand beginning tomorrow<br \/>\nthis will be the most<br \/>\nbeautiful place in the city&#8212;<br \/>\nour respite in the brick-faced buildings<br \/>\nblushing in sunlight,<br \/>\nin star magnolias swelling,<br \/>\nabout to burst into bright badges,<br \/>\nmedallions of tangible life and light<br \/>\nthe shook foil that Hopkins wrote about&#8212;<br \/>\nth minutes we have of grandeur, hope, gratitude.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.powells.com\/partner\/29017\/biblio\/1555975283\"><i>The Looking House<\/i><\/a> is the fourth collection of poems by Fred Marchant, and it actually came out late last spring, but since h&#8217;s going to be reading at the Bowery Poetry Club in New York City next Sunday, February 28, at 2 p.m., as part of a series sponsored by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.fourwaybooks.com\/\">Four Way Books<\/a>, I thought it&#8217;d be good to mention it now.<\/p>\n<p>Other poems from <i>The Looking House<\/i> include &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/poems.com\/poem.php?date=14467\">Ard na Mara<\/a>&#8221; (published in <i>Poetry Daily<\/i>) and &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poem.html?id=237036\">Note Held<\/a>&#8221; (<i>Poetry<\/i>).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A view from the crest of Boston to the river&#8212; a walk and my friend stopping to say that for three weeks each year and beginning tomorrow this will be the most beautiful place in the city&#8212; our respite in the brick-faced buildings blushing in sunlight, in star magnolias swelling, about to burst into bright [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/492"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=492"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/492\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=492"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=492"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=492"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}